Category: Authors

So the thing about being the Mom is that no matter what else needs to get done, Momming trumps it all. If I need to write and Matthew needs to read his Star Wars book, we read Star Wars. If dinner burns while I’m helping with piano or violin practice, so be it. Crispy dinner.

And rain is good news because: 1. It is not snowing. 2. My grass is still green. 3. I can still see my grass (refer to #1). Tomorrow there may be a different story, but as a girl who grew up in the midwest, I have to cheer for a fall that lasts longer than

Yesterday my editor emailed me a page of positive reviews (they were all in-house, but they were all kind) on Bright Blue Miracle. It was fun to have people actually say nice things about my story/characters/voice and then SIGN THEIR NAMES TO IT! …although I have to say that my favorite review used the words,

Can I make a confession here? There are very few things that I hate, but I’m afraid that I hate Halloween. I hate the candy overload. I hate the scary, spooky, ugly, decaying decorations. I hate that Satan has his own holiday and it’s bigger than Christmas. I hate spending hours (and hours) creating costumes

I woke this morning from a dream. I was pregnant with twins (a boy and a girl). I had a routine doctor’s visit, and he said, “How about we give you an ultrasound?” I asked him why, and he shrugged — as if everyone got one of those. So we did. And I saw the

Okay, so I’m trying this new thing. As previously disclosed, I’m a couple inches too short for my pounds. Now I’ve decided that the height is not likely to change. And it’s not like I’m morbidly obese, or even unhealthy. I’m in decent shape, although riding a scooter with Matthew the other day was more

Do you ever have days when you just KNOW that you should do it all yourself and save the hassle of fielding telephone calls all afternoon? Yeah — delegating is not my strong suit. Apparently I lack the ability to give details concrete enough to get the easy jobs done. How much time/effort/energy did I

If Life As I Live It isn’t quite what I had planned, what was I expecting? What did I honestly think would be my lot? There was a time in the eighties that I was convinced I would marry someone who played the saxophone. Instead I got the guy with the world’s greatest talent for